He had found her. He had saved her. But now came the real test—getting back home alive. With the school overrun and the streets crawling with the undead, how will Asharab protect the girl he loves, when every corner hides a new horror... and a family waits, desperately hoping he returns?
Asharab stood still, the katana trembling in his hand. The school hall was silent now—zombies defeated, the girl safe in his arms. Her hug, her whisper of thanks, and the look in her eyes pulled him deeper into a love he couldn't deny.
But outside these walls, danger still waited.
His family was counting on his return. And now, with Habiba beside him, the real challenge began.
Would they make it back alive?
As Asharab gazed into her eyes, he felt the world around him dissolve. All he could see was her — Habiba — and the ocean of love that now filled the space between them. In that sacred stillness, time seemed to pause. But fate had no mercy. A sudden groan snapped him back to reality — a zombie was approaching fast.
In a flash, Asharab shut the office door, heart racing. His mind scrambled for a plan, a way to make it home alive. Then it hit him — an idea risky and bold, one that demanded faith and courage. He explained it quickly to Habiba: he would run and distract the zombie, and when it reached a specific spot, she must strike. What he didn't know was that Habiba had never used a weapon like the katana she held. But Asharab couldn't risk her life — so he risked his own.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and bolted. The plan was dangerous, but it worked. As the zombie chased him, Habiba summoned every ounce of bravery and, with trembling hands, brought the blade down. The creature dropped dead. A wave of relief washed over both of them as they shared a smile, a spark of victory, and a sense of safety — together.
They exited the school gate slowly, not running, but walking in quiet unity. The silence outside was deafening. Habiba clung to Asharab's arm, as though the touch anchored her to life. He glanced at her often, unable to look away — his heart now fully hers.
But danger wasn't done yet. Just as Asharab's eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, a zombie rushed toward them. Habiba stepped forward, ready to shield him with her own body. But he couldn't let her fall — not now. With lightning reflexes, Asharab unsheathed his katana and drove it through the zombie's skull. Its head split, the body dropped. He stood strong and said sternly, "Never do that again. I can risk my life, not yours."
They moved on, facing more undead. Asharab slashed his way through, his grip on the katana firm with purpose. Eventually, they reached the military gate — the very one Asharab had unknowingly led the horde away from earlier. But now, those same zombies blocked their path home.
They found shelter in a military building and crouched behind cover. There, Asharab proposed another daring idea: he would draw the zombies away, giving her time to escape. But Habiba shook her head, her voice quiet but firm. "No. From now on, you are the most important person in my life. If something happens to you, I die too. I want to see you alive — not dead."
Asharab's heart swelled. Just days ago, she had barely looked at him. Now, her eyes held nothing but love. As he tried to process her words, she softly called his name, but he remained silent — spellbound by the moment.
Then, he noticed a grenade nearby. A plan took shape. He picked it up, pulled the pin, and threw it toward the horde. The explosion was massive, echoing all the way to his home, alarming his family. Asharab was thrown off his feet, his leg injured by the blast. As he struggled to move, two zombies — their own legs shattered — crawled toward him, ready to finish him.
Just then, gunshots rang out.
Habiba, fearless and fierce, had returned with a weapon. She fired at the zombies relentlessly. Asharab pulled himself to his feet, grabbed her hand, and together they ran — his wounded leg barely holding him up. She supported him, refusing to let him fall.
They made it to their neighborhood, zombies howling behind them. Taking a longer, hidden route behind buildings, they reached the door of Asharab's home and knocked.
The door burst open. His family, overcome with emotion, embraced him tightly. They welcomed Habiba with open arms, grateful she stood by their son. Asharab collapsed, his leg injured. They tended to him, cleaning and bandaging the wound as best they could. The pain was sharp, but the warmth of home dulled its edge.
What Habiba didn't know was that Asharab had long been in love with her — a love that had survived not only time, but the end of the world.
As the family huddled together in the dim room, warmth returned — but only for a fleeting moment. Asharab sat with his leg wrapped in bandages, pain pulsing through his body, but his heart beat louder for the girl sitting quietly across from him. Habiba, the one who once looked past him, was now the only light in this crumbling world. She hadn't yet realized how deep his love had grown — how every risk, every step, every scar was for her.
The horrors outside were far from over. He had seen what the streets had become — rivers of blood, shadows filled with growls and hunger. But for now, he had brought her home. Safe. Alive.
Yet, as he stared at the locked door, he knew peace wouldn't last long. The undead were still out there. And they never rested.
Would this fragile moment of calm survive the storm that was still to come? Could Asharab protect both his family… and the girl who now held his heart?
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